The royal capital, in the courtyard of the royal palace. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The grass is green, the flowers are red and willow green, this thing made by the ancient royal family is much stronger than the ordinary family. This courtyard is so exquisite and gorgeous that you can't find a second place in the entire Pangea continent.

Many palace maids were outside the courtyard, looking inside, whispering, but they didn't dare to go in.

There was only one person sitting in the courtyard, just sitting on the grass so casually, it was the current master of the royal capital, the Dark Knife. At this time, he did not look like a king, like a reckless man.

For this new king, the subordinates in the palace are hard to say. The good thing is that the Dark Knife does not have as many rules as the royal family in the past, which makes people a lot easier, but the bad thing is that the Dark Knife has an unpredictable temperament, if he accidentally angers him, it is not a curse, but a direct killing. Although this murderous word is just a rumor, it is still enough to make people tremble.

Especially now, as the year is approaching, there is a high fighting intent exuded from the body of the Dark Sword, which is difficult to look at.

"What are you doing here, scattered!"

Someone shouted softly, and the crowd was shocked, but they didn't find anyone coming, and they hurriedly saluted one by one: "I've seen Lord Mo Wen." "Stand back one by one.

Glancing at the back of the Dark Sword in the courtyard, Mo Wen sighed slightly, and then strode in.

Standing behind the Dark Sword, he said softly, "Pavilion Master, everything is ready, just waiting for you to arrange it." ”

The Mortal Knife didn't look back, just nodded: "Okay, I'll go!"

Mo Wen frowned, seemed to hesitate, and finally asked, "Is it really good to do this?"

"Is there anything wrong?" asked the Stygian Blade.

"It's rare to have a confidant in life, we don't dare to expect it as killers, but if we get it, shouldn't we cherish it?" asked Mo Wen.

The Mortal Knife lowered his head and said softly, "You are." ”

"We're not!" Mo Wen shook his head: "The wasteland is you, a partner, I and the Zhuang are outside you, we are subordinates, and your confidant is only a walker." ”

The Immortal Knife stiffened, and then said softly: "Do you know? For the Flying Immortals, my desire is too strong, so strong that it is terrifying, so terrifying that even I can't control it. If I can't do it, it's just that, but hope is right in front of me, and I can't control myself from trying. ”

"I thought maybe one day I could do it on my own, but what day would it be? a thousand years, thousands of years, or ten thousand years? I don't know, maybe I can't do it, and then disappear into the river of time like those who came before me. Or, I'm not even equal for a year, like I am now, my blood is roaring. I can't help it!"

"So you have to persecute the walkers?" Mo Wen said softly: "With all due respect, Pavilion Master, your way is too rough, in fact, anyone who knows a little about your relationship can guess it, especially since you also sent the Zhuang staff over, I'm afraid he has already figured it out himself." ”

"Of course!" Stygian Knife nodded: "I know that he must be able to figure it out, and it is also necessary for him to figure it out in order to fight under normal circumstances." His way of fighting is different from ours, angry that he has little interest, and he can burst out stronger when he is calm. ”

Mo Wen shook his head: "But this can't achieve the effect of persecution, if you can't be persecuted, won't you be able to burst out of potential?"

The Dark Knife got up, turned around, and smiled slightly: "I have my own way, let's go, I'll go and prepare first!"

Drink all the sake in the bottle, then take off and head towards Tosendai.

East China Sea, an island.

With green grass and low trees, Chen Weiming sat on a raised stone, motionless. Bees and butterflies danced, birds fluttered, and occasionally small beasts ran around. A chestnut rat trotted onto him, sniffed it, bit on his clothes, and trotted away.

The dealer watched from a short distance, and after a moment, suddenly smiled.

In fact, for so many years, he has been thinking about Chen Weiming's cultivation method, after all, such a rising star, such a speed of improvement, anyone would be curious.

I thought he would choose some sinister places and carry out high-intensity improvements, but I didn't expect that it would not be at all.

For a year, Chen Weiming not only did not carry out high-intensity cultivation, but did not even practice with ordinary intensity. So he ran to this small island, sat cross-legged pranayama, meditated and meditated. Except for the occasional bite to eat and loosen your muscles, there's nothing else.

But this kind of meditation has an extraordinary effect. Even if he is watching here every day, to this day, it also makes the dealer feel very different.

is unfathomable, at this moment, it seems that this is the only way to describe Chen Weiming.

The figure sat there, like a stone, but like a deep spring, perhaps not so majestic, but absolutely unfathomable. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be close to returning to basics.

Back to basics...... Zhuang Yuanwai couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Someone once said that cultivation is like a circle, going from one to ten thousand, and finally back to one. Although no one has been able to verify this claim, some legends have done it.

It's just that people who can do this must be extraordinary great cultivators, and even the so-called immortals are hard to find. Now the person in front of him is only so old, but he has this feeling, which is really extraordinary.

I don't know if it's right or wrong for the Dark Knife to be so persecuted.

It was just as he was thinking that there was a burst of wind blowing sound from that place, and Chen Weiming stopped pranayama and slowly stood up. I took a long breath and stretched my waist, as if I had slept beautifully, and I was very happy.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

The dealer greeted him outside: "It seems that there is progress in cultivation, but it's a pity that this world is imprisoned and can't become an immortal!"

"It's okay!" Chen Weiming said lightly: "The immortal road is endless, and the obstacles are temporary. ”

Zhuang Yuanwai raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a faint smile: "Seeing that your true qi seems to have increased again, I don't know if you can become an immortal." ”

Chen Weiming shook his head: "The prohibition on the Immortal Terrace cannot be broken by relying on energy impact, or in other words, in our realm, even if we continue to improve the energy impact, it is useless, unless we can reach the Jiuyang real person...... No, maybe Joyoung can't do it. ”

If Jiuyang Zhenren could do it, he wouldn't have to go to the Wa Palace back then.

From all aspects, the realm of Jiuyang Zhenren should be higher than Li Qinglian, since even he can't do it, then why can Li Qinglian do it?

Inexplicably, Chen Weiming suddenly felt as if he had grasped a key point, but he couldn't think clearly for a while.

"What are you going to do in this battle?" asked the banker.

Chen Weiming took a long breath and looked into the distance: "Since the Dark Sword wants to fight, then I will do my best to let him know the consequences of calculating me!"

"Only in this way can he use these crooked brains on me less!" (To be continued.) )